Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Grief


Painkillers, drink a sip
Only a day filled with dread
When will things change?
When will you learn?

Poison system
Hopeless mission
When will you listen?
When will you miss him?

Canned, stuffed
Into a box,
That's me
Can't you see?

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